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Magnetism	By : Queenie_Mab Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4595 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The next few days passed without event, though Harry could not get the kisses he'd shared with Draco out of his mind. He found himself wanking to the thought of Draco fucking him three times a day, and wondered what the hell he was going to do about it. Draco hated him with a passion.

Sunday arrived, and with it The Times. Harry opened the paper to the Arts and Leisure section, and found that his poem had been published. He punched the air. Now he had an excuse to visit Draco again. He Apparated to the Apparation point outside of Malfoy Manor, and walked up the dirt road to Draco's house.

When he arrived, he rang the bell, but there was no answer. Harry sat on the porch swing and read the newspaper, while he waited for Draco to return home. He was engrossed in an article about a recipe for friot cake, when he heard Draco's drawl.

"What do you think you're doing here? I told you to never come back," Draco said, folding his arms defensively.

"That isn't true," Harry protested. He held up the paper for Draco to see. "I won. My poem has been published," he said with a smirk.

Draco grabbed the paper out of Harry's hands. "Let me see that," he said, opening it to the writing page and glancing at the poetry section. "Well, congratulations, Potter," he said bitterly. "I'll send you your Galleons in a couple of days. Now get out of here, and don't come back."

Harry stood up and faced Draco, looking up into his cold grey eyes. "No," he said, feeling reckless. "I won't leave. I'm not interested in your money. I'm interested in you."

"What are you talking about, Potter?" Draco asked, hands on his hips. "Don't tell me you fancy me simply because I was all over you under the influence of a drug."

"No," Harry said. "I was thinking about you a lot before I even ran into you at Embers; I just had no idea you were gay. You write heterosexual romance, for Christ's sake. I want to get to know you, the real you, in place of the Galleons."

"No deal," Draco said sneering. "I don't want to get to know you. I don't even like you. I hate you, in fact. So, bugger off and stop harassing me."

"I didn't want to have to do this," said Harry, looking at Draco with fire in his eyes. "I'm going to call in your life debt. I want one week with you, to spend it with you and get to know you, and if after a week you still hate me, I'll leave you alone forever."

"That's rotten, Potter," Draco said, face growing dark. "You know I can't refuse paying off a life debt. Why do you want me? What gives you the idea that I may possibly want you?"

"I feel alive when I'm around you, Draco," Harry said pleadingly. "You've always been able to stir my emotions in a way that nobody else ever could. When you were under the influence, I was so tempted to give in and let you shag me, but I didn't take advantage of you, because I respect you."

"That's all nonsense, Potter. You hate me and always have. You're making fun of me because I admitted my attraction towards you, and I don't think it's funny."

"One week," Harry pressed. "You can't say no."

"Fine," Draco said, throwing up his hands. "You can see me for one week, but at the end of this week, I want you gone, and you promise me that you'll leave me alone for the rest of our lives."

"Agreed," Harry said, holding out his hand to shake. Draco clasped it and shook, then turned and stalked into the house.

Harry followed him, and opened the door that Draco had let slam in his face. He entered Draco's house and found him sitting at his laptop with a fresh beer in his hand. "Are you going to spend our entire week together writing?" Harry asked.

Draco looked up from his laptop and grabbed a cigarette from his pack and lit it. "I will do what you want me to do," he scowled. "That's the deal with a life debt. I won't back down on paying it off."

"Well, let's talk then," Harry suggested, taking a seat to Draco's right. "What do you do for fun?"

Draco scoffed. "I write. I'm a novelist."

Harry nodded. "What about Embers? "Do you go there very often?"

Draco sighed with exasperation. "I go there when I need to get laid, which you ruined for me, by the way. Thank you so much. I live on my own and prefer it that way."

"I saved your arse," Harry said defensively. "That Muggle was going to rape you."

"Whatever," Draco said, blowing smoke towards Harry.

Harry waved the smoke out of his face. "Did you go back then?" he asked, jealousy rising up inside.

"No," said Draco. "After that experience, I don't think I'll ever go back there. I'm going to have to find a better way to find a shag."

"What about me?" Harry asked seriously.

"You can't be serious," Draco said incredulously. "That is the most ludicrous idea I think you've ever had."

"I want you, Draco. I want your thick cock to fill my arse, and pound me until I can't walk straight. I want to kiss you and pet your hair. I want you."

Draco blanched, then his face flushed. "Is that an order?" he asked.

"No," said Harry. "I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to, but I want you to know straight up how I feel about you."

"How the hell did this happen?" Draco demanded. "First you show up at my house, threatening me at wandpoint to accept your stupid poetry challenge, hating me the way we've always despised each other, and now you say you want me? How the hell did it happen? Did you hit your head or something?"

"It's your fault," Harry said, folding his hands on the table top. "You, walking around, half naked all the time, with your gorgeous body on display, and here I am, horny as all hell, watching your muscles move beneath your skin. How could I help but want a piece of that?"

"So, it's just my body you want then?" Draco said sardonically. "Well, you can't have it."

"I know," Harry said. "But I will tell you how much I want you, all week long. I want you, not just your body. I want to get to know Draco instead of Malfoy. I want to see you smile, and be the cause of it. I want to watch you come; I want to be the one to arouse you to a fitful state of joy and satisfaction. I want you.

"Pfft, Potter, you wouldn't know what you want, even if it came up behind you and strangled you with a serpentine kiss," Draco said, swallowing the lump in his throat. He picked up his beer and took a long drink, then set it down and closed his laptop. "So," he said, voice laced with distaste. "What is it you want to do today?"

Harry silently cheered. He was going to be able to spend time with the man who'd been haunting his dreams. He knew he'd have to take it slow to get past Draco's defences. "I thought we could talk for a while longer. What's your next book going to be about?"

"You really want to know?" Draco asked, picking up his beer. He drained it, then tossed the empty can to join the pile in the corner, by the window.

"Of course I do. I fell in love with your books before I knew who you were. To tell you the truth, in Lover, I thought that Charles and Mel had more chemistry than Charles and Mary. You want to be careful with that, if you're going to keep writing heterosexual romances," Harry said, running his fingers through his fringe. It was left lifted, and showed off the scar on his forehead.

Draco cleared his throat. "I still can't believe you're forcing me to talk with you. The next novel is going to be a homosexual romance. I'll probably lose most of my readers, but I've decided that I don't give a damn. I'd rather write about men anyway. If I'm not going to be getting any, I may as well write about it."

"I think it's brilliant," said Harry. "You know I'd let you have me in an instant if you need it. I'm not that bad-looking, after all."

"Potter," said Draco. "I think we've already established that I am attracted to your body. But the very fact that it belongs to you is an instant turn-off, so I refuse."

"You said you'd been thinking about me for days when you were drugged," Harry said, trying not to let Draco's refusal disappoint him.

"Yes, well, I was drugged and I didn't know what I was saying. What I meant was, your idiocy had been bothering me for days, and I can't get your stupid poems out of my head." Draco let his head fall back on his shoulders. "God, I need another beer. I can't talk to you sober."

Harry laughed. "I'll fetch you one, but they're going to make you fat if you keep drinking them."

Draco snapped his head up and flashed angry eyes at Harry. "Don't even joke about that," he said, affronted. "I work out daily, so I won't get fat; you just happen to be budging into my schedule and fucking it all up."

Harry sighed. "I'll get you another beer if you tell me what this novel is going to be about."

"Fine," Draco said. "I need to run the idea past somebody first anyway, before I begin writing, and I doubt my editor will be able to fully appreciate it."

Harry got up, grinning. He went to the kitchen, and pulled a fresh beer out of the fridge. "You think I'll be able to appreciate it then? I'm flattered." He returned to the dining room and handed the can to Draco, who scowled at him.

"You are a homosexual male; you should be able to appreciate a book of erotica aimed at your preference."

"Bi," Harry said, retaking his seat.

"What? Are you leaving?" Draco asked hopefully.

"No," Harry said. "I'm bi. Bisexual. I didn't realise exactly how much I liked blokes until rather recently. You were going to tell me about the story," Harry reminded him.

"Right," said Draco and he took a sip from his beer. "Well, I'll just give you the rundown. It's about an artist and his lover. The artist has an inoperable brain tumour and dies. The end."

"That sounds a bit dark," Harry said, watching Draco carefully.

"Yes, well, having you coming over all the time has put me in a rather dark mood. Besides, I'm sick of happy endings. I want to branch out and write something different and eye-catching, even if nobody reads it." Draco took another draught from his beer and set it down. Picking up his box of cigarettes, he shook one out and lit it. "You say you're bi, how many men have you been with?" Draco asked.

Harry flushed. "Only one, but I Obliviated his memory of the experience. Still, it was the best shag I've ever had."

Draco smirked. "Why on Earth did you Obliviate him then?" He tapped his ash into the tray beside his laptop.

Harry looked over at Draco, and clasped his hands on the table top. "You want to know something personal about me? he asked smugly.

Draco glared at him. "It only seems fair, if you're insisting we talk. I should be able to ask questions of you if I feel like it." He blew smoke at Harry and put out his cigarette.

"All right," Harry said. "It was with a member of Puddlemere, back when I still played, and he tricked me into bed by Polyjuicing into a woman."

Draco began to laugh, and Harry shot him a dirty look. "But you shagged him anyway?" Draco asked, chuckling.

"Obviously," said Harry. "Or rather he shagged me, but the point is that I don't want a gay scandal breaking out in the wizarding world. They already follow me all over the place. Staying with you will be a nice break from that."

"Wait, you're staying here?" Draco asked, aghast.

"Yes, that's part of the deal," Harry said with a crooked smile. "I get one entire week with you."

"Well, in case you haven't noticed," Draco said sourly. "I do not have a guest bedroom and I don't want you ruining the leather on my sofa by sleeping on it every night. You can sleep in the bathtub."

"I don't think so," said Harry smugly. He had been readying himself for this part of the bargain. "You have a huge bed, so I'll be sleeping on half of it and you'll have the other half. It's only for a week."

"No!" Draco shouted. "No way am I having your arse in my bed."

"It's part of the deal, Draco," Harry said. "Life debt and all. Don't worry, I won't molest you in your sleep, I promise."

"I'd rather sleep in the bathtub," Draco said angrily. "You can't kick me out of my own bed though. I hate you and your stupid life debt demands." Draco pulled out another cigarette and lit it with a whispered "Incendio".

"Where did you learn wandless magic?" Harry asked, curious. "It's very advanced and you seem quite good at it."

"There are things about my past that I'd prefer not to tell you," Draco said sharply. "And that's one of them. Let's just say I learnt it because I needed to."

"All right," Harry said. "I'll try to stay off the subject of the past. I'd like to bury the past we have had together anyway."

"Like that's going to happen," Draco said under his breath.

"So, where were you earlier today?" Harry asked, curious. "I was under the impression that you didn't leave the house very often."

"I don't," Draco snapped. "If you must know, I visit my mother for tea every Sunday. She's been getting on my nerves lately though."

"Really?" Harry asked. "Why's that?"

"That is none of your business, Potter. Make my mother another taboo subject. We ought to write these rules down."

"If you insist," Harry said with a smile. He was having a great time talking with Draco. Draco made him feel like nobody else did. Even when he was being insulted, Harry felt his heart race with the excitement of getting a rise out of Draco.

"If we're going to have a long chat, I'm going to need some Firewhiskey. I can't talk to you sober. You give me such a headache," said Draco, rising from his chair to go to the sideboard. He pulled down a bottle of his quickly-depleting stock. He set it and a glass down on the table and reclaimed his seat.

"You drink a lot," Harry said. "It isn't good for you."

"I'll remind you to mind your own business about that," Draco said hotly. "It's your fault I'm drinking so much lately. I'm not going to get any work done this week am I? You're planning to pester me every minute you can squeeze out of this, aren't you?"

Harry sighed. "I'll give you some time to write," he said. "Hermione wants me to help her with some sort of research with the MLE anyway."

"Well, that's a relief," said Draco. "Maybe I'll hire a rentboy to relieve my tension while you're out."

"No," said Harry seriously. "No sex with anybody other than me for this week. I've got you for a week and I want you to myself."

"Potter, sex between us isn't going to happen."

"I don't care," Harry said, running his fingers through his hair again. "Just promise me."

"All right, fine," Draco said. "I'll add that to the list."

~*~

Harry opened his eyes to meet frightened grey ones, staring down at him.

"Potter, is that you?" Draco asked.

"Yeah," said Harry. "What are you doing awake?"

Draco's eyes grew hard again. "I thought I must be having a nightmare to wake up and find you in my bed. I need a drink if I'm ever going to get back to sleep."

He got up and padded out of the room on bare feet, dressed in his customary black silk pyjama bottoms. He returned with his half-filled bottle of tranquiliser-spiked Ogden's Old. He climbed back into bed and popped the cork, taking a long draught directly from the bottle.

Harry watched him through blurred eyes. He didn't bother to put his glasses on, but sat up against Draco's high headboard.

Draco passed him the bottle and Harry took a small drink. Draco lit a cigarette and took the bottle back. He drank and smoked in silence.

"Draco, did you have a nightmare?" Harry asked, curious. "Is that why you're awake at two o'clock in the morning?"

Draco held onto the neck of the bottle as he rested it beside his thigh. He was sitting propped up on the headboard a couple feet away from Harry, on the edge of the bed. "Malfoys don't have nightmares," he said, and took a drag from his cigarette, then tapped the ash in the tray on his bedside table.

"Right," said Harry. "I have nightmares all the time. I even had to go to a mind-Healer after the war for a couple of years."

"Potter, I don't give a damn how brain-damaged you are. Just stop talking. Here, take another drink," Draco said, passing Harry the bottle. Harry drank and began to feel dizzy. The tranquiliser was strong in this bottle. He passed it back to Draco who drained it to the last.

"M'not brain-damaged," Harry slurred, feeling the effects of the alcohol keenly. "M'just traumatised. S'all."

"Well, I'm perfectly fine," said Draco. "But exceptionally horny. Bugger off to the lounge so I can take care of this," Draco said, gesturing to his cock, straining against the fabric of his bottoms.

Harry wore cotton green boxers and felt his cock stir at the sight of Draco's, outlined in the thin material. Harry licked his lips. "No, I'm not going anywhere. If you want to take care of that, go right ahead. I'll just be over here."

"Potter, you're infuriating," Draco slurred. "Fine, I will, just stay on your side and no touching."

Harry watched as Draco pulled his bottoms off and began to lightly stroke his thick pink cock as it strained and dripped into his navel. Harry had never seen a sexier sight and was instantly rock-hard. He kicked the blankets down and pulled off his boxers.

"Potter, what are you doing?" Draco asked, lolling his head over to where Harry sat. Harry began to stroke himself in time with Draco, not taking his eyes off Draco's hand on his cock.

"I'm wanking, same as you. You've got me all worked up now. 'sides, it'll be easier to fall asleep after we come."

"Yeah," Draco said, breath hitching a bit. His cock was swollen with blood and dripping pre-come copiously. Harry wanted so much to reach over and taste it.

"Can I taste it?" Harry asked bravely.

"What?" Draco asked, attention focused on lengthening his strokes.

"Your come. It's gathering on your belly. Can I taste it, please?" Harry begged, stroking his cock a bit faster at the thought.

Draco grinned sloppily. "You wanna eat my come?" he asked, chuckling. "Come over here and suck it then."

"Are you serious?" Harry asked, sobering instantly.

"You afraid to suck cock, Potter?" Draco taunted.

"No," said Harry. "You just said earlier that you didn't want me to touch you."

"That was earlier," Draco said, bucking his hips. "I want to see my thick cock slip in and out of that mouth of yours. Nggh, you'd better get over here soon, or I won't last."

Harry wasted no time. He crawled over to Draco and batted his hand away from his cock. Then he lowered his mouth over the head of Draco's cock and held on at the base. He slurped and sucked, raising and lowering his head, tasting the sweet and bitter taste of Draco's juices, savouring the taste, rolling his tongue back and forth over the head and dipping into the slit.

Draco's breathing sped up and he grabbed Harry's hair and guided him up and down his shaft, pressing more of it in each time, trying to hit the back of Harry's throat.

Harry had never given a blowjob before and he gagged when Draco's cock-head hit the back of his throat. He relaxed his throat as much as he was able and allowed Draco to pound into him, sucking and slurping all the while. His own cock ached with need, but he ignored it in favour of pleasing Draco.

Draco began to thrust hard and he came with a great groan, down the back of Harry's throat. Harry swallowed reflexively, feeling accomplished and he licked at Draco's softening cock, getting all the come off of it.

"Have you come yet, Potter?" Draco asked, eyes rolling in his head.

"No," Harry admitted.

"Come on me," said Draco.

"What?" Harry asked, flabbergasted.

"Come on my stomach and then I want to watch you lick it off. Squirt your thick milk all over me and then clean me with your tongue like a cat."

Harry moaned and his hand sped up on his cock.

"Up here, Potter," Draco commanded. "Where I can see it."

Harry climbed to his knees and began stroking himself over Draco's belly. He stared at Draco's scant tuft of light blond hair leading down to a nest of tight blond curls and his twitching cock lying up towards his navel. He pumped into his fist, sweat dripping from his hair, and sliding down his back in glistening streaks. Draco reached down and touched Harry's cock head.

He began to gently stroke it, playing with the slit and smearing the fluid around the head with a finger. The stimulation proved too much for Harry. He looked up at Draco's open face and came with a strangled cry, all over Draco's stomach, chest and hand in thick, white ropes of come.

Draco held up his hand to Harry's lips. "Now, eat it," he said. Harry took Draco's hand in his own and licked the fluid off Draco's palm and then sucked at each finger, savouring the taste of bitterness and salt and the underlying smell of Draco. Once he finished Draco's hand, Draco pulled him by the hair, down to his stomach. "Lick it clean."

Harry started at his belly, licking the thick, milky stripes up and was so tempted to lick at Draco's cock again as he watched it harden. He reined in his self-control and moved up Draco's chest, following the trail of come to a nipple, pink and pert. Harry couldn't help himself, he latched on to the nipple and began to suck and tongue it into full hardness, teasing it while Draco made mewling noises below him.

"God, I want to fuck you, Potter," Draco choked.

Harry rose up and began kissing him. Draco snogged back heavily, using his tongue to explore every crevice of Harry's teeth and mouth. Harry felt himself growing hard again, and then Draco flipped him over onto his back and covered his body with his own.

Cocks rubbed together and Draco and Harry's sweat slicked torsos slid against one another while they danced with their tongues, tangling them to a perfect duet. Harry moaned and opened his legs, lifting them to circle Draco's sides.

Draco ground his groin into Harry's and broke the kiss, staring down into Harry's green eyes. Harry looked up at the pupil-blown grey eyes and knew that Draco was not in his right mind. "I'm going to fuck you, Potter, and you're going to love it."

Harry stopped caring at that point what frame of mind Draco was in. All he knew is that he wanted that thick pink cock up his arse, tickling his prostate and bruising him from the inside. "I will love it," Harry agreed, and pulled Draco's face down into a kiss once more.

Draco held out his hand and with a non-verbal, wandless spell, the jar of lubrication that was in the drawer of his bedside table came flying out and Draco deftly caught it, still kissing Harry. "Want you so bad; wanted you forever," Draco mumbled and teased at Harry's opening with cool and slippery fingers.

Harry gasped as Draco breached him, first with one and then with two fingers. He wiggled them around, loosening Harry's passage and lubing him up from the inside out. He slicked his cock and pressed inside with one great thrust.

The tranquiliser in the whiskey dulled the pain so Harry hardly felt it. Instead he felt the incredible fullness of Draco's cock as it slid in and out, hitting his pleasure spot delightfully and making him moan. "God Draco, I love being fucked by you. You feel so fucking good."

"Damn right, I do," Draco slurred.

Harry wrapped his legs around Draco's backside and rode out the thrusting, pulling Draco's mouth down into a kiss. Their chests squelched together with perspiration and every time Draco slammed into Harry, there was a sharp slapping sound of flesh on flesh.

Harry feasted on Draco's mouth as if he were dying of thirst and only kissing Draco could quench it. He felt like they were two parts of the same whole, finally coming together, completing each other in a divine embrace.

Harry felt his bollocks draw up for the second time that night and he knew his orgasm was inevitable. "Draco," he gasped. "I'm gonna come."

Draco raised himself up on his arms and slammed into Harry, finding his prostate and pressing against it with purpose, until Harry could hold it no longer. He came again in thick white globs, feeling his channel ripple around Draco's cock as if it were a sentient being.

Draco came, practically screaming Harry's first name. Harry watched his face contort into the most brilliant pleasure, his blond hair, dripping with perspiration, flopped and stuck to his face. Draco was gorgeous when he came.

He fell on top of Harry and slid off the side of him, smearing Harry's come between them and getting it on the sheets. Harry reached for his wand on the bedside table and cleaned them up with a quickScourgify.

Harry replaced his wand and was taken by a wave of sleepiness. Draco cuddled up behind him, spooning against his back and holding onto his chest with his hands. Harry felt Draco's rhythmic breathing and knew, as he was falling asleep, that Draco wouldn't have any more nightmares that night.

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